Dear reader,
If you are reading this for enjoyment, I envy you. You still have the emotion of happiness that I have lost throughout my challenges. Anyway, there are a few things you need to know before you begin reading:
1.) my name is Annelizabethe Carol. I'm fourteen. Nice to meet you.
2.) his name is-I mean was-I mean, oh who the heck knows the proper tense anymore? His name is/was Leon McClark. He was fifteen.
3.) Leon wasn't the best thing that ever happened to me. In fact, I would include him on my 'Top Ten Worst Happenings' list, but who's counting?
4.) the world is a dark and cruel place for even the happiest of sinners amongst us.
5.) I didn't get to spend that much time with Leon, I know, but I was still the one person that knew him best and he trusted most on this planet. But trusting and spending time together doesn't always end well, because if it did, you wouldn't be reading this right now. And I would probably be at some junky coffee shop drinking bad tasting coffee with Leon while arguing over which "Earth to Anny" character would win a battle against Jaruko from "Nirakasa".
"Enjoy" this story, because after, you'll never enjoy anything again.
YOU ARE READING
Twelve
Short StoryImagine twelve weeks. Eighty-four days. Three-four months. Now imagine that time is cut in half. Half of that time is spent with the love of your life. The other half? Figuring out where you went wrong. All you'll ever have is Twelve.
